HOW does a Welsh girl get her knack for serving up slabs of sun-kissed country-rock Americana? Years of practice probably have something to do with it.

Neath's finest has made us wait eight years for this but two tracks in you'll forget she was ever gone.

While there isn't a lot to rattle the perimeter of her comfort zone it's rammed with enough fist-punching power ballads and rock anthems (including the Eurovision Believe In Me) to make you want to find your nearest highway and let loose.